The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 194 Pursuing your wife is more important than your self-respect

The atmosphere in the room was suddenly subtle because of these words.

Melvin was frozen in place and didn't move even his finger.

Lyra's eyebrows were slightly wrinkled and her face was sullen, "Hurry up. I want to see the injury."

Melvin was instantly deflated.

Oh, it turned out to be just to see the injury. He was thinking too much.

Wait ...

To see the injury?

Why did she suddenly suspect his injury? Did Anthony say something to her?

"My injury is fine. I've been medicated for the past two days, and I'm almost healed."

Lyra coldly glanced at him, "Take it off!"

Melvin didn't move, "It's bandaged. You can't see it when it's off."

"Tear it down. Reapply the medicine later."

She sounded resolute.

This meant that she had to see it?

Melvin didn't say a word and didn't move, wondering how he could put it off.

Lyra saw right through him.

"Don't try to fool me tonight. You have to take it off!"

"Lyra, it warms my heart that you care about my injury, but it's too late tonight. It's better to rest early

and see it tomorrow."

Lyra gritted her teeth.

She suppressed the urge to just tie him up and forcefully strip him off.

Patiently, she said, "You're the one who said before that you would obey my orders unconditionally. It's

all bullshit, right?"

With his promise, Melvin was speechless.

He reached his hands to the gold buttons on his suit. His slender fingertips gently touched it and

unbuttoned one by one to in an extremely slow way.

Lyra was patient, rubbing between her eyebrows and waiting. Anyway, the dilly-dallying wouldn't take

too long because it was about two pieces of clothes.

Melvin finished removing his suit and gently placed it on her table.

After a few seconds of hesitation, he proceeded to take off his shirt.

Having just unbuttoned two buttons on his chest, he asked in a whisper, "Pants...off or not?"

Lyra gritted her teeth, "I want to see the injury! Why are you taking your pants off!"

"You said strip me naked ..." he lowered his head and only dared to make an accusation in a very low

voice.

But because the room was so quiet, Lyra heard every word clearly.

"Melvin! If you say one more word, I'll achieve your aim. You'd better not keep your underpants. Get out

naked and run around the villa for fifty laps!"

Holly crap ...

She was tough enough!

If he went out running without any clothes on, what about his dignity?

Lyra saw that he had obviously wimped out, and continued to smiled viciously, "Or I'll have Eleven and

the others find a rope to tie you up and just hang you under that tree outside the garden. You'll be a

nude specimen for a night. Which do you want to try?"

He didn't even want any!

It was absolutely impossible!

Melvin's thin lips pursed tightly. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat lightly and he didn't say anything

but undressed him.

The last button was about to be unbuttoned.

He was always reluctant, and just as he opened his mouth to find an excuse, he was warned by Lyra's

sharp eyes.

Naked running was not an option!

Being hung as a specimen was even less likely!

And he refused to undress to show her the injury ...

He lowered his eyes, still thinking of ways he could muddle through.

With Lyra's watchful eyes, he removed his shirt extremely slowly, revealing a lean and perfect eight-

pack abs. And the bandages wrapped around the middle of his back spoiled the beauty a bit, but the

healthy tanned skin was still extremely eye-catching.

But right now Lyra was not interested in admiring it. As soon as Melvin finished taking it off, she got up

and approached him, "Turn around."

Melvin turned around obediently.

Lyra went straight to roughly remove his bandages with brute force.

Because the bandages were wrapped in more than a dozen circles, she had to remove layer by layer

quickly.

When there were the last few layers of bandages, the blood under them was clearly visible, and Melvin

gently "hissed".

Lyra heard it and did much more gently.

After the bloody bandages were removed, the palm-sized burn on his back was displayed in front of

Lyra.

Lyra's brows furrowed, looking very serious.

It had been four days, and his injury was still surprisingly bright red, bloody and appalling.

Her fingertips trembled lightly as she reached for his back, but stopped just as she was about to touch

it.

"It's still bleeding. It looks so serious. How come it doesn't look like an injury caused by acid?"

The injury was quite severe. Lyra didn't dare to touch it and withdrew her hand. And she looked very

grim.

Melvin sighed secretly.

It was sure enough.

As long as she saw it, she must find out the weird.

"Why? It's just sulfuric acid. Is it bleeding? But it wasn't during the day when I put on the medicine."

Lyra didn't believe it at all, "Tell me the truth. Do you know what's really going on with the injury on your

back?"

"I know, sulfuric acid."

His expression was natural. He seemed to contemplate and realized something suddenly, "I remember

it! I hid into the trunk of the car. When I fought with Anthony, my back was accidentally hit. I guess this

is the reason of bleeding."

Was that so?

So why did Anthony say those things to remind her?

Was Anthony lying, or was he lying?

"Can it be such a coincidence? It just happened tonight, and you hit the original injury on the back?

Don't you think your reason is not that adequate?"

"I don't think so. Some things in this world are just so coincidental."

Melvin's tone was gentle, "This injury just looks scary, but it's actually not serious. Look at my current

state. Is it like something is wrong?"

Lyra didn't believe his bullshit at all.

She had eyes, she can see whether it was serious or not.

"Turn around and look at me."

Melvin obediently turned around and lowered his eyes.

He was 6.1 feet tall. When they were close up to look at each other, Lyra had to tilt her head to look at

him and her neck was a little tired because she was 5.5 feet tall.

"Kneel down."

The last time when she made the request, Melvin was inwardly in denial and even felt humiliated.

But this time, he didn't hesitate, slowly bending his knees and straightening his back.

Nothing was more important than pursuing his ex-wife, not to mention his dignity.

Lyra abruptly reached out, lifted his jaw, and looked down at him from above.

"Melvin, you think I can't find out if you don't tell me. Micah is also my friend. If I let him come and see

himself, you won't be able to hide it. Then I'll no longer trust you. Think it carefully." Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Her eyes were cold and sharp, "Are you going to confess yourself, or wait for me to find it out?"

Melvin's dark eyes moved.

After struggling internally for a while, he finally said, "It's not sulfuric acid. It's S40 strong corrosive

agent."

"What is it?"

"It is a liquid of the same nature as sulfuric acid, but more corrosive. If it touches skins, the burns will

be really serious. Ordinary ointment can not cure it and the healing time will be long. The scars can not

be removed easily, but there is no harm to the interior of the body."

"Who told you that?"

Melvin blinked his dark eyes, "I didn't know that before. Anthony said it himself that he stole the drug

from the war lab."

"Really?"

Melvin nodded, "Really."

Lyra had never heard of this stuff, but with his explanation, it seemed to be quite similar to his injury

situation.

But was... really as simple as hurting the skin?

She stared at Melvin for a moment.

It looked like there was nothing else to ask tonight. Since it was something from the war lab, she should

ask Collin tomorrow because she thought he would know.

She sat back down on the edge of the bed and her tone was irritated.

"You really are not honest. Because of this injury issue, you lied a few times. Can you count it

yourself?!"

Melvin was quietly relieved to see that she seemed convinced.

"You're angry?"

Lyra did not say anything, and turned her face not to see him.

She seemed to be really annoyed and didn't even bother to pay attention to him.

He did not get up and kept kneeling. He carefully held her small hand and then pressed it against his

abdomen.

His tone was gentle and coaxing, "I was wrong. It's just a superficial injury. I know you don't like to owe

me a favor. And I don't want to make you feel guilty. I didn't intentionally conceal it from you. Please

don't be angry. You can touch my abs?"

"Who cares about your abs?!"

Lyra drew back her hand angrily and scowled at him.

"Then... then I give you my belt. You can whip me to vent your anger?"